-8- Postcards from Paris
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Emily’s heart raced the moment Yannik walked in. She couldn’t sit still.
“Go ahead,” Hunter said with a smirk. “Give the guy a hug.”
Emily raced across the restaurant and wrapped her arms around Yannik’s neck. “You’re here!” She knocked off his top hat when she reached up to kiss his cheek. “Oops, sorry.”
“You look lovely,” Yannik said as Emily picked up his hat. “That velvet’s a great colour.”
“Got it at the consignment shop.” She handed Yannik his hat and then gave him a twirl. “How about you? You look very dapper in your tails.”
“Why thank you,” he said, with a debonair bow.
Emily couldn’t get over how good it was to have Yannik back in town. She and Hunter had missed him so much while he was in France. The house wasn’t the same with
